"Where are you?" you ask in the darkness. "Will you tell me where you are?"
"I'm sorry," she says. There's a strange clarity about her. She doesn't feel she can trust you with this information. She almost doesn't need to say it, but she does. "I don't trust you enough. I'm sorry. Good-bye."
She logs off and for a moment you're left alone in the dark.
Then, the dome comes into focus again.
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